The surf waves did roll foaming up a white spray
As I walked on the beach on a cool Autumn day
The terns in the shallows for their small prey did dive
Most creatures in Nature must hunt to survive
The silver gulls as usual in numbers to be seen
And a pair of pacific black backed gulls their feathers did preen
And a pied shag on a rock held her wings out to dry
After fishing when wet she finds it hard to fly
Every day in Nature something new to be seen
An artist on canvas could paint such a scene
So much in the Earthly Goddess to love and admire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
The day is not sunny a cool fifteen degrees
Yet there is a freshness in the ocean breeze.
As I walked on the beach on a cool Autumn day
The terns in the shallows for their small prey did dive
Most creatures in Nature must hunt to survive
The silver gulls as usual in numbers to be seen
And a pair of pacific black backed gulls their feathers did preen
And a pied shag on a rock held her wings out to dry
After fishing when wet she finds it hard to fly
Every day in Nature something new to be seen
An artist on canvas could paint such a scene
So much in the Earthly Goddess to love and admire
Of singing her praises could one ever tire
The day is not sunny a cool fifteen degrees
Yet there is a freshness in the ocean breeze.
